She knew right then and there that these were her last moments, as no omega could survive being rejected and banished at the same time, especially when she was already weak. Elora expected to feel more anguish, or hate, but all she could feel at that moment was emptiness, like her heart froze.
The only regret was towards her sweet wolf and her only friend, “I am sorry Lina, I failed you.”
The roar of the river echoed in Elora’s ears as she felt her body being carried away by the relentless current. Numbness spread through her limbs, but the pain cutting through her body and soul was too great to ignore. Tears mingled with the icy water as they cascaded down her face, lost in the furious waves.
Each drop of cold water felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin, each gasp of air a struggle against the crushing weight of the darkness that threatened to engulf her. She could feel herself slipping away, her little strength leaving her with each passing moment.
In the depths of her despair, she felt a stirring within her, a faint whisper of her wolf’s presence. With what little energy she had left, Elora turned her gaze inward, finding her wolf lying on the ground in agony, barely clinging to life.
“I am so sorry, Lina,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the raging river. “You deserved a more worthy human.”
But her wolf looked at her with sadness in her eyes, shaking her head gently. “No, Elora,” she said, her voice a soft murmur in the chaos. “I would not trade you for anything in the world. It was a privilege to be your wolf.”
With her last reserves of strength, Lina begged her, “You need to fight,” desperation tinging her voice. “For me, for you, for both of us.”
And as the darkness closed in around her, Elora’s mind slipped into a great abyss, where she felt floating, like suspended in time.
As Elora drifted in and out of consciousness, she felt something heavy pressing down on her chest, accompanied by panicked voices swirling around her.
For a brief moment, relief washed over her. At least now, there was no more pain, no more anguish, no more betrayal. She welcomed the darkness that enveloped her, offering solace in its embrace.
But in the quiet darkness, a strange, persistent sound pierced through the silence. It was an annoying beep, relentless in its rhythm, echoing in her ears like a distant drumbeat. With each beep, it seemed to pull her further from the peace she sought.
Desperate to silence the incessant noise, Elora struggled to find the source of the sound, and she opened her eyes, her vision clouded by the blinding light that flooded her senses. Through the haze, a voice reached her ears, gentle and reassuring.
“Easy there,” the voice said, its tone soothing and calm. “You are safe.”, before she slipped again into the darkness.
Sometime later Elora’s eyes fluttered open, her surroundings swimming in a hazy blur of confusion. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she had crossed into the afterlife, but as her senses sharpened, shock rippled through her veins like a lightning bolt.
She wasn’t in the familiar confines of a pack’s hospital. Instead, she found herself lying on a sterile hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of medical equipment.
Memories flooded back with the force of a tsunami, crashing against her consciousness like relentless waves. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized the gravity of her situation. She was in a human hospital, and she was alive! She made it alive!
Frantically, she reached out with her mind, calling out to her wolf Lina, but all she encountered was a vast emptiness, a void where her connection to her wolf should have been.
Just then, the door creaked open, and an elderly nurse entered the room, her warm smile a stark contrast to Elora’s growing sense of unease.
“Oh, finally you’re awake, sweetheart!” the nurse exclaimed, her voice laced with relief. “You gave us quite a scare. We were worried you might never wake up.”
Elora’s confusion deepened as she tried to make sense of her surroundings, her mind reeling with unanswered questions. How had she ended up here? And more importantly, what had happened to her wolf?
Her throat felt parched as she attempted to speak, her voice barely a whisper. The nurse hurried to her side, offering a glass of water with gentle concern etched on her features. Elora accepted gratefully, taking a few cautious sips to wet her dry throat.
Once her immediate thirst was quenched, she managed to croak out a question, her voice hoarse and strained. “What… happened? Where am I?”
The nurse regarded her with a mixture of curiosity, pity and sympathy, pausing for a moment before delivering her response. “You’re at St. James’s Hospital in Augusta, Maine,” she began, her tone gentle yet firm. “You were found nearly drowned in a river by a group of campers. They spotted you floating in the water, so they saved you and called emergency services. They brought you here for treatment.”
Elora’s heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed the nurse’s words, her mind swirling with disbelief and confusion. How did she survive? She knew that is impossible to survive as an one considering what she experienced.
“What is your name, sweetie?”
The nurse’s gentle inquiry about her name brought a moment of hesitation from Elora, her mind feeling foggy and disconnected. Finally, she managed to murmur, “Lora.”
“Nice to meet you, Lora. I am Marry. Is there anyone we can contact for you, as I can bet that your family must be worried sick about your disappearance.”
Elora’s heart clenched with a wave of emotion, tears welling up in her eyes as she shook her head slowly.
“I… I… don’t have anyone. I’m… I’m an orphan,” she admitted in a small, tremulous voice, the weight of her words heavy in the air.
The nurse’s expression softened further, sympathy evident in her gaze as she reached out to gently pat Elora’s hand. “Oh, sweetie,” she murmured, her tone full of compassion.
Before Elora could dwell further on her own sorrow, the nurse gave her a gentle warning that the police would likely want to speak with her now that she was awake. Advising her to rest, she offered a reassuring smile before quietly leaving the room, leaving Elora drifting back to sleep.
The next day, as Elora lay in her hospital bed, two stern-faced police officers entered her room.
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